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The Fourteenth Child	By : XxKageTenshixX Category: +. to F > D. Gray Man Views: 3145 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 4 - Finally

Allen watched with glee as the Exorcist applied pressure and shot forward, sending the akuma backwards and away from him. The man before him raised the sword again, swinging it down forcefully.

“First Illusion: Netherworld Insects.”

Strange insects emerged from his blade and collided with the akuma. The akuma was pushed backwards again, an enraged cry flying from its’ mouth. With the distraction, the man turned towards Allen, his narrowed eyes assessing him quickly before speaking.

“Get those two and leave.”

He didn’t say anything else before engaging the monster again, sword raised in preparation for an attack. Allen mentally pouted at the thought of not being able to see the Exorcist in battle but he did have an objective that he needed to complete.

Finally getting himself of out the rubble Allen spotted Guzol and Lala’s bodies lying just a few feet away from his current position. Being mindful of the battle going on between the Exorcist and the akuma, he made his way over to the fallen Mater residence and kneeled down beside them.

If there wasn’t any proof before that Lala was indeed the doll that she proclaimed herself to be, the condition that her body was in now proved her claims true. Her hat had fallen off when the akuma attacked, so the two antennas on her head were visible. Her hand was damaged, a few fingers were mangled beyond repair but it was the gaping hole in the center of her chest that caught his eyes. There was a cylinder container dangling from it, a bright light shining from within.

The Innocence.

Allen’s lips twitch in attempt of a smile. He reached out, preparing to grab it but stopping at the sounds of a wet cough.

It appeared that Guzol was still alive. Though, Allen had no idea how that was possible when he and Lala shared the same fatal injury. He didn’t need to look at the darkened wet spot on the older man’s cloak to see that.

Guzol reached out with a shaky had towards Lala unmoving body and coughed again.

“Lala.”

The name was spoken so softly that Allen almost didn’t hear it. The sounds of the battle didn’t distract Guzol for a second, his focus was solely on the doll beside him. The glistering of tears were visible on his face as he continued to try and grab hold of Lala.

Allen watched him, his face impassive but the scene triggering a similar moment from his own memory.

Guzol repeated Lala’s name repeatedly, his frail hand ever slowly inching its way towards Lala’s. Eventually the name faded from Guzol’s lips and his hand stopped moving. A smile was placed on his wrinkled face. Allen stared at the old man’s hand that was touching Lala’s broken one.

The whole while, Allen’s hand hovered over the Innocence dangling from Lala’s open chest. His fingers twitched slightly and continued their journey to the glass cylinder, taking a firm hold of it. Staring at it, Allen’s face remained blank, even when the sounds of an anguished scream echoed throughout the deserted arena.

His grip on the container tightened when he heard footsteps approaching. Turning around, Allen looked up at the Exorcist. Said Exorcist looked at the dead lying before Allen’s feet and back at Allen, finally taking notice of what was in his hand.

Blue eyes narrowed. “Who are you?”

Allen smiled slightly and repeated the question. “Who are you?”

The Exorcist didn’t say anything. Allen could see the grip he had on that sword tightening.

“That is none of your concern. Give me what’s in your hand.”

Allen raised the Innocence in the air. “You mean this?”

“Yes.”

Allen twirled the container around before tossing it in the air. When the Exorcist went to grab it, Allen snatched it from the air first and waved his finger in front of his face with a tsking sound.

“Sorry, but I need this.”

Allen had to duck to dodge the sword that was swung his way, one of his legs swinging from under his body and colliding with the back of the Exorcist’s. While the Exorcist was preventing himself from falling, Allen shot up and ran towards one of the doors surrounding the arena. Just a few feet into his run, a hand grabbed the back of his torn shirt—courtesy of all the times he’s fallen through the floor—and jerked him back.

Tossing the Innocence in the air, Allen kicked his legs from the ground and into the air above the Exorcist’s head. Forcing all of his momentum into his legs, he moved his hands behind him and clutched the coat of the one holding him tightly and pulled the Exorcist from the ground. Allen landed in a crouch behind where the Exorcist was previously, reaching up with his right hand to take hold of the falling Innocence once again.

Allen looked back in time to see those same strange insects flying in his direction. Maneuvering his body to his right, Allen was able to avoid them but not the aerial attack that the Exorcist was making directly above him.

With a jerk, Allen raised his left arm above his head.

Crown Clown!

At the sound of a metal against metal, the Exorcist stated wide eyed at Allen’s own Innocence infused arm. With a wide grin, he used his left arm to push the Exorcist back, jumping back a few feet as well.

Allen could feel the warmth of the fur wrapped around his neck and the eye mask nestled firmly in his spiked hair. Grin still on his face, Allen waved claw shaped fingers at the astounded Exorcist in front of him.

Once the surprise had passed, the Exorcist moved back into a battle stance.

“Who the hell are you?”

A glint flashed from the corners of Allen’s eye but he continued to grin at the man in front of him. Taking a step back, he placed a clawed finger before his mouth.

“That is for me to know and for you to find out, Mr. Exorcist.”

The sound of a canon firing was the only warning the older had before he went flying into the wall farthest from Allen.

Looking in the direction of the blast, Allen smiled brightly at the man standing behind several Level 1 akuma.

“Sorry to interrupt. I thought you’d be done by now and I really don’t want to be here any longer than necessary.” Tyki said in amusment, his appearance still that of the Noah.

Allen only nodded in confirmation while walking towards the older man. Giving one last glance at the Exorcist, Allen waved with his free hand.

“Goodbye, Mr. Exorcist. Hopefully we will meet again.” He said with an impish grin.

Grabbing hold of Tyki, they both sunk into the ground, leaving the Exorcist to fight the remaining akuma.

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Yu Kanda watched them go, an irritated frown on his face. Swinging Mugen in the direction of the floating akuma, he quickly finished off any remaining enemies in his vicinity.

Placing his faithful sword back into its’ sheath, he looked in the direction that the white haired boy and the dark skinned man disappeared to. When it was obvious that they were gone, along with the Innocence, he headed back towards the entrance of the city. There wasn’t any reason for him to be here any longer.

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Allen found himself in front of one of the many secret entrances to the Ark, his arm reverted back to normal. Namely an old abandoned warehouse on the coast of Italy, a few hundred miles from the city of Mater. While Tyki placed his hand on the side of the doorway, he stepped back and prepared himself for the rough greeting that he knew was coming. The doorway lit up in a flash of white light and Road threw herself out from the other side and engulfed him in a hug.

“Allen!” She greeted with a smile.

Allen smiled brightly and returned the hug.

“I wasn’t gone long, you know.”

Road poked his cheek, a serious expression on her face when she released him. “It was long enough for me.”

Tyki gave an exaggerated sigh and placed a hand on each of their shoulders. “Can this wait until we get back?”

Road turned to give him a slap on the arm. “Stop being such a spoiled sport.”

Tyki’s only response was to push both of them through the doorway. With an “eep” Allen landed on his front first, Road landed awkwardly on top of him.

“Tyki!” Road whined.

“Was that necessary?” Allen shouted, as Road finally moved from atop of his aching back.

Tyki laughed and continued walking, leaving Road and Allen to collect themselves from the ground. Soon enough, it was Tyki that found himself on the ground with two teenage bodies on his back.

Tyki exhaled deeply, letting his forehead rest against the ground in mock frustration.

“DOG PILE!”

The twin shout was the only warning any of them received before Jasdero and Devit flung themselves towards them. Allen and Road were quick removed themselves from Tyki’s backside just to be replaced by the Twins. Allen could only laugh at Tyki’s agonized groan.

“Serves you right Tyki!” Road proclaimed, tongue poking from her lips.

Tyki glared in her direction, completely oblivious of the rest of their family gathering around them or—in his case—his brother leaning over his trapped body and nudging him with his foot.

“Stop that!”

Sheril only smiled knowingly, nudging him one last time before stepping back.

“Serves you right.” He repeated Road’s earlier words.

Tyki pushed himself up into a sitting position, knocking the Twins from his back with an indignant yell and sighed.

“Welcome back”~ The Earl greeting them, Lulu Bell’s cat form resting in his arms.

“Did you get it?” Debitto appeared directly in front of him.

“Yeah, yeah, did you get it?” Jasdero asked in a similar manner.

Fiidora and Maashima stood directly behind Jasdevi, Toraido move silently to stand beside Allen, each wearing a look of question on their faces. Allen thought it was funny to see the Noah of Judgment with a look other than his usual stoic look. Maitora was closer to The Earl, but Allen couldn’t see what he was thinking—he was always in that funny looking costume.

Road and Sheril were still near Tyki. Wisely was standing on the other side of Allen, his earlier concentrating look gone and replaced with a slight annoyance when Jasdevi kept voicing their questions. Wisely swung his fist and hit both on the head harshly.

“Ow, ow, ow!”

“What was that for?” Devit yelled.

“You’re being annoying.” Was his reply, which everyone thought was ironic seeing as the older white haired teen was no better. He turned to face Allen with a mischievous smile on his face. “Well?”

Allen held out his hand, the Innocence shining brightly in his palm. The Earl took the Innocence and crushed it in hand. Everyone watched the shattered bits float to the ground before The Earl clapped his hands together, his smile even bigger than normal.

“This calls for a celebration!”~

Allen smiled brightly, pleased that he had made his family happy. He could finally repay them back.

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Kanda was feeling very annoyed as he stood before Komui, Mugen gripped tightly in his hand. A man was standing near the desk, Reever was his name, looking over Komui shoulders. Komui himself was sitting at his desk, eyes scanning over his mission report. The man looked directly at Kanda, his face set in a serious tone that Kanda couldn’t remember the man ever making before.

“Are you sure about this?” Komui asked.

Kanda only raised an eyebrow, annoyed that the man questioned him.

Komui sighed and slouched back in his seat, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry to question you, but if what you encountered was correct, things are about to get complicated.”

Kanda stood there. “Meaning?”

“The Noah are finally getting involved.”

Komui and Kanda looked towards the door. The person standing there looked about the same age as Kanda himself, dressed in the Black Order uniform and an eyepatch over his eye right eye. Next to him was an older man, shorter in height, the black around his eyes reminding one of a panda.

There was a girl with green tinged black hair pulled up in pony tails standing next to them. The girl was holding a tray with two cups of coffee sitting on it. She passed by the boy with the eyepatch and made her way towards the desk.

“Here you are brother, Reever.” She addressed them. “I thought you might need some.”

Komui and Reever took the given cups, their mumbled reply of “Thank you Lenalee” every clear in the room. Lenalee turned and smiled at Kanda.

“Welcome back.”

Kanda only gave a small grunt in reply.

Komui turned to look at the red haired boy still at the doorway. “Lavi, I see you have gotten back as well.”

Lavi grinned and walked calmly into the office, standing near Lenalee. The older man stood on the other side of the room. Komui took a sip of his coffee, shoulders still tensed. He finally looked back at Kanda.

“If what Lavi says is true, the Noah might be joining the battlefield soon.”

“Noah?” Lenalee asked curiously.

“You can think of them as The Millennium Earl’s personal solders. A force more powerful than the Akuma we fight.” Lavi explained.

“And it looks as if The Earl has his hands on an Exorcist.”

Lenalee and Reever looked at Komui in surprise.

“How is that possible?”

“I’ve never heard of such a thing happening before either.” Bookman said. “But anything is possible of you have all the right pieces in place.”

“Could they be using him against his will?” Lenalee asked.

Silence followed. Komui leaned forward on his crowded desk. “I highly doubt it, from what Kanda reported is true. Either way, if The Earl and the Noah have someone wielding Innocence fighting for them…we have a big problem on our hands."
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